When McDaddy and I were away at the Jeep Jamboree, his computer was on the desk in the hotel and his screen saver popped up. It was this picture of the boys that was taken in 2008.
I fought back tears as I studied their faces and tried to figure out where my babies went.
I mean, it seems like just yesterday, Stevie was pushing Alex around in a laundry basket on vacation in a Florida condo.
I can hardly remember the time when Stevie wore glasses, and Alex did not.
These boys have always looked up to their daddy, and it is my hope that they turn out to be just like him.
And of course, anything they can pick up in the kitchen along the way from their mama will be an added bonus.
When Stevie was a Tiger Cub, Alex was two years old. As of Monday evening, Alex is an official Tiger cub, and Stevie is ten.
Even on the worst of days, their smiles can brighten a mood. (This picture was taken the day McDaddy left for his deployment to Cuba.)
And of all the pictures I have of the two of them, this is one of my favorites.
And this one IS my very favorite.
Even though I am not a fan of the mohawk, they ask for one every summer. (I think they look cute, even with crazy hair.)
I love these two more than life itself.
I just wish the growing would SLOW the heck down.
I am blessed to look at these sweet faces and have these little arms wrapped around my neck every single day.
And I don’t want to ever take that for granted.